Elle's Brother lives in the mountains three hours from Portland Oregon. Instead of Christmas At Elle's this year like every other year, she must journey through the hills and mountains to Chris's, her brother. But when her car dies, and a snow storm...
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I leave the cabin. My cock hard pushing against my zipper. Damn. Thank you Jesus for making this Christmas a little brighter with that beautiful woman. How sweet to set her under a tree for me to find. Even though the poor woman froze her tits off.
The snow has lightened up a bit so I can see exactly where I came from. I come upon the cut pine and my ax. I wield my ax over my shoulder and grab the trunk, that's no bigger than seven inches. The wind blows seeping through my pants shrinking my dick.
I come back to the cabin and stomp off my boots, and shake the tree as snow falls from it. I set my ax down on the porch and bust through the door.
Elle sits on the floor next to the fire. Cedar curled up next to her. I stand the tree on the wall for the time being till I collect the tree pot. Elle's hair curly wrapped around her shoulders, neatly placed over her huge tits. Her thighs beautifully big in those tight jeans she has on. I grab my dick to arrange it in my pants. Just thinking about her is making me want her.
"Do you want some tea? Or coffee? I'd offer hot chocolate but I haven't been to town yet." Beckem smirks a bit. "I see you've found a friend. My gaze turns to Cedar.
"Coffee please." Her words elegantly leave her full luscious lips. Lips I want. Lips I want my lips on, lips I want on my chest, on my dick. All around my dick.
I snap out of it and turn to the kitchen. I press the start button on the machine and watch as coffee rolls into the pot.
"Do you by chance have a phone? I don't have service." Elle blissfully whisks by standing at the Kitchen island. " Sorry hun, I have nothing. That's why I moved out here. To be-" "Alone I get it." She cuts me off.
I turn back and grab the full pot of coffee. And grab two mugs. I fill one for her and myself. "Any additives?" I ask.
"A dash of milk, and two teaspoons of sugar." She replies. I do as directed and hand her her cup.
"So what are you doing way out here?" I ask. "Well, my fucking brother wanted me to come to his stupid Christmas party slash family get together. And I had a feeling my car wasn't going to make it. Just as I thought a second later my car died. Piece of shit."
I can't help but smile. "Are you mad?" I ask. "Of course! Do I look happy?" She bellows. I push my head back. "Hey now, I was just saying. You're cute when you're mad." I smile from ear to ear. Not that you're not cute any way but I'll save that for later.
Her face flushes a bright pink. "I'm sorry. I only just met you and I'm already yelling at you. I should be thanking you for saving my sorry ass." Elle sips her coffee once more. "Well, this storm lightened up but I give it a few minutes and we'll be back at square one. I see your pants are wet, along with the bottom of your shirt. If you want go in the room over there and take a pair of pants and a shirt from the dresser. You won't get warm in wet clothes."
She nods and removes herself from the island. Her ass perfectly round. Jiggling actually, In those jeans. I close my eyes and shake my head. Stop Beck, she isn't feeling it right now.
She comes back with a plaid shirt and some long johns. I bust out laughing and then cough it off. "Um, those are underwear love." I state pointing at her white pants. "Oh. Well I'm fine wearing them if you'll allow me." Elle smirks. "Of course." I smile. "My days duties are finished, I'm going to take a shower, I'll start dinner when I come out, cause I can't get you anywhere today." I swig the last bit of coffee in my cup and set it in the sink.
